The mere thought of it made Ji Yuan's blood boil.
He had only just arrived from the chaos-ridden Cangluo Continent, hoping to find somewhere peaceful to cultivate.
But who would have thought someone had already stirred up a mountain of trouble in his name?
"Brother Ji?"
Seeing Ji Yuan grow angrier by the moment, Mu Xueyao worried something might happen to him and called out softly.
That one call snapped Ji Yuan out of his agitation.
He looked at the blond cultivator before him... Fine, she really was almost unfairly beautiful.
Her golden hair fell in loose, natural curls around a fair little face with a hint of baby fat. Beneath her wide, dewy eyes, blue irises shone like sapphires.
And her figure went without saying.
It hardly matched that innocent face.
Ji Yuan even thought certain parts of her could rival Dong Qian's.
Beautiful sights always lifted the spirits, and Ji Yuan's frustration eased a little.
"Brother Ji, why are you staring at me? Is there a flower on my face?"
As she spoke, Mu Xueyao touched her soft, fair cheek.
Ji Yuan calmly looked away. After a moment's thought, he said, "Could you pretend I'm not the Ji Yuan you know and tell me about him?"
"Uh... Brother Ji, have you lost your memory?"
The more Mu Xueyao thought about his words, the stranger they sounded.
"Yes!"
Ji Yuan seized on it. "I've lost my memory. Hurry and tell me what I used to be like."
When Mu Xueyao looked ready to protest, Ji Yuan urged her to get on with it. Curious though she was, his firm manner left her no choice but to sit down reluctantly.
After a moment's recollection, her eyes curved with a smile.
"Hmph, I know everything Brother Ji has done. I've been